"Glad you did," Seto whispers. He feels strangely light. Just that knowledge isn't going to bring his friends and family back...but he at least has a chance in the fight now.

He then turns his attention back to Devero, who's understandably looking worse for the wear. Esteban definitely felt like this too---the train does a number on consciousness, doesn't it. He crouches next to the man. reaches around his back, and hauls him up by the waist. Lean on him now, it's fine.

"Time for you to sit and eat," he suggests, hauling Devero to a more comfortable spot. "It'll pass."